Dean

I'm a straight guy from England. A lifelong cardio and resus geek. Enjoy writing, making bits of visual content. With resus, much prefer the idea of being the one doing the "saving".

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Hi

I'm sorry but there won't be any content from me for the foreseeable future. My interest is just not there and I don't know if it's coming back. Please respect that.

I'm keeping my account active, but won't be interacting with the community while I figure things in my head.

Be safe, be well.

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Not functioning right now. Daily brain fog, tripping over simple thought processes. It's not constant but enough to drive me insane.

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are the photos and videos of you? if so you look great!

Hi, thanks! Yeah, I don't reshare photos or videos (at least these days, can't promise it's true for years ago), so it's all original content :)

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Almost Too Late

I haven't written a story for some time, here's a 'partial' to try and get back into it. I hope you enjoy! -- It had now been nearly five minutes since the last breath had passed through her now blueish lips. Her face was drained of colour.

Her eyes seemed to gaze through him, half open and vacant. With each forceful compression of her trembling heart, they remain fixed and staring, while her head shudders and moves freely. 

Her lips are parted, with small gasps escaping each time his strong hands sink deep into her fragile chest. 

For a moment, he glances down from her grey, lifeless face to see the ripple of her skin, moving from the base of her sternum where his warm palm sits, down across her tummy.

“Come on, breathe for me!” he pleads, diverting his eyes back to hers, catching sight of her discoloured cheeks and lips. Was he wasting his time? No. No, he won’t stop! He can’t. The tension shows in his face, his eyes focused, brows 

His left hand shifts away from his right, which remains firmly planted on her soft chest, continuing one handed compressions. He slides two fingers along the side of her neck. He feels a weak and thready pulse, only present with his firm pressure upon her heart. He pauses briefly. Nothing. A look of panic is etched upon his usually calm face. 

“Don’t you quit on me now, you’re stronger than this, I know you are!” he commands her, pounding on her reddened sternum with his clenched fist before stroking his forehead and releasing a long, frustrated sigh.

He lowers his body across hers, moving a hand to the back of her head, gently tilting it back. Both of his lips wrap around only the bottom of hers, teasing them from their slightly parted state so that he may breathe for her.

His soft lips make firm contact with hers, forming a seal. He breathes deeply into her, feeling the cooling, bare skin of her chest rise into his. “Please, take a breath for me.” he whispers softly, before exhaling slowly and smoothly into her.

He pulled back, sitting upright across her hips. He planted the palm of his hand back onto her chest, tracing across to her left nipple with his fingertips. He massaged it firmly for a moment, squeezing it between his thumb and index finger. He wanted her to softly moan, anything at all. But not, she was almost gone.

He composed himself again and continued intense compressions, pummelling her heart into submission, it beating only through his will and determination. He clenches his jaw, a feeling of frustration consuming him.  -- Will he be able to bring her back from the edge?

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If you and I were visiting at my home and I suffered a cardiac arrest and slumped on my couch, would you attempt CPR on me from the couch or lie me on the floor ?,,,, how long would you attend to me to revive my heart ?

In a story, I do like a start that's kind of a panic. Where the person starts CPR with less regard for accuracy without thinking much. Just the raw emotion and adrenaline involved. Then after a short time, they compose themselves and there's a lift/carry moment to the floor from a bed or sofa and the resus efforts intensify. From here, the efforts would continue for as long as necessary, beyond where it would be reasonable to stop because the rescuer refuses to give up.

As a side note, I've always liked the idea of someone slumped, half sat up on a sofa, straddled and being pushed into the back of the sofa with compressions. Totally unrealistic and not medially accurate, but I like the idea!

Hope that answers your questions and sparks some nice thoughts for anyone reading 🙂

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Her falling heart

Just a little scene.

Over the past few minutes, she'd started to become aware of her heart. The pounding in her chest steadily intensified. Harder and faster her fragile little pump was beating, almost punching into her ribs. Her skin was slightly clammy, her lips discoloured, with less oxygen successfully being passed through her weakening body.

Each breath became an effort, as it felt more and more like someone was standing on her chest. The pressure, the aching, it was unbearable. Her tortured breathing slowly turned to gasps, with her heart starting to jump and stutter more with each passing second.

The fringes of her vision became blurred and darkened, her eyes beginning to roll at times. Consciousness was beginning to fade, as she pulled a lightly clenched fist between her breasts, rubbing her sternum with what little strength remained.

Her eyes drifted sideways to the cabinet on which her phone sat. Knowing her trembling legs would be unable to support her, she lunged towards it. Falling short, her body slid forward from the bed she had been sitting on, slumping to the soft, carpeted floor. Her head protected by the leading arm, which hit first. Stranded on her side, she managed to roll onto her back, stretching her neck to aid her futile efforts to breathe.

Moments later, with her body crumpled and twisted upon the bedroom floor, the last air escaped her blueish lips. Her heart was reduced to a mere quiver, unable to beat by itself. Her skin had started to turn a deathly grey.

Would she be found in time?

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Do you have a secret resus crush on anyone from this community? Someone you would love to work on or have work on you?

I do. But that's a secret, right? 🙂

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We're Not Giving Up

A little different for me. This story features a couple of young paramedics faced with a difficult situation.

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Two young, female paramedics knelt beside a victim, found on her bathroom floor by a housemate, following an evening shower.

Laura was an attractive thirty-something, with a family history of heart trouble. Times had been stressful recently and she had been experiencing occasional pains and spells of dizziness.

A fluffy, white towel was draped across her hips and thighs, whilst her damp upper body lay exposed to the chilly surroundings.

The paramedics had arrived on scene fairly quickly, but their determined efforts had been going unrewarded for a few minutes.

“Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty. Breathe!” Exhaled Clara.

The large, blue bag was squeezed again, air pushed forcefully into Laura’s lungs.

Lying diagonally across her bathroom floor, Laura’s arms rested palm-up beside her slightly plus-sized figure, with the fingers curled in a little.

“We are NOT going to lose her, let’s shock her again!” Marie announced in an attempt to rally her pessimistic colleague.

“It’s been twenty minutes, M. We’ve got fine v-fib here, what’s the point?” Clara protested, preparing the defibrillator for another shock.

Taking the paddles, she placed them again on Laura’s soft, discoloured skin.

“OK, all charged, you clear?” Clara asked, looking up at Marie.

“I’m clear.” she replied, having shuffled back from Laura’s shoulder.

Clara released another jolt of electricity through Laura’s weak and frail heart. Her body twitched on the tiled floor, coming to rest motionless.

“Still nothing, try again.” Marie sighed, squeezing the bag between shocks and glancing longingly at the jagged trace running across the portable monitor.

“OK, ready to go again, clear?” Clara checked.

Another shock passed through Laura’s body, the monitor briefly flatlining before returning to a weak v-fib.

Clara almost threw the paddles aside in frustration and shifted frantically to tower over Laura’s chest again. Finding her sternum, hard and fast compressions resumed.

Despite her slender frame, Clara was strong and always ready for an exhausting resuscitation effort.

Her hands manually pumped Laura’s quivering heart, occasionally pausing for Marie to squeeze air into her lungs. Both turned their heads to watch the compressions disturb the output on the monitor. Each one created a small, smooth wave on the faded, scratched screen.

Following the round of compressions, Marie issued more drugs to try and stimulate Laura’s heart. At the same moment, Clara carefully peeled back each of Laura’s eyelids, slowly scanning back and forth across her pupils with the torch.

“Pupils are reactive, our girl is still with us.” Clara confirmed, with a hint of new-found hope.

“Let’s shock her again.” Clara suggested, Marie nodding back.

The paddles were charged once more, the gel reapplied and the two girls looked hopefully across at each other.

“This is it, right? It has to be.” Marie reassured herself, or at least tried.

Clara pressed the shock button once more, but would this last, desperate effort bring Laura back to them, or had she drifted too far from life?

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A Relaxing Evening: Part 3 of 3

Catch up with Part 1: https://drdeanrh.tumblr.com/post/673995441978884096/a-relaxing-evening-part-1-of-3 and Part 2: https://drdeanrh.tumblr.com/post/674007753845538816/a-relaxing-evening-part-2-of-3 He moved to straddle her hips, sitting across her topless body. His tall figure, shadowy in the fiery light, dominated her smaller frame.

“I’m not going to stop until I feel your heart push back against my palm, beating strongly on its own!” he declares, leaning forward and placing his large hands in the middle of her chest.

Again he compressed her trembling heart with punishing force, her body sinking slightly into the thick, soft rug. Her arms and head twitched slightly each time.

His desperation intensified, but he kept a solid rhythm with the compressions. It was hard to stop his efforts becoming more frantic. “Please, wake up!” he begged. Her vacant, deathly gaze was the only response.

He leaned forward across her, grasping her nose and awkwardly breathing for her again. Two deep breaths filled her lungs, her chest almost rising into his. His warm lips lingered on hers for just a moment. He pulled away slowly, sitting back up.

For no reason other than frustration, he made a fist and slammed it down upon her chest. “Beat, damn you!” he growled. Her body jerked from the impact, her head rolling a little.

He opened the top couple of buttons on his smart shirt before resuming compressions. With the palm of his hand embedded in her skin, manually pumping her heart, they had almost become one.

His strong arms were becoming tired, but it didn’t hinder his efforts. On one compression, with his hands firmly squeezing her heart, she gasped. Her head jolted back and her arms moved a little, before she went almost limp again.

“Hey, that’s it, just take a breath!” he pleaded, shifting off her body and moving to her side, where he promptly leaned down and pressed his warm ear to her cool chest.

There was a slightly irregular, occasionally weak heartbeat - but it was there. She was alive. He continued to breathe for her, supporting her occasional frail efforts.

Eventually he felt a resistance to his breathing. She was finally back. He pulled away, looking down at her sweet face. Some colour had returned and she was blinking wearily, trying to focus.

Still lying on the rug, she raised a hand to her chest. “Oww..”

He stroked her head softly with one hand, then placed the other on top of hers.

“You’re okay, “ he smiled, “I’ve got you. I was a little scared at one point, but I knew you’d be fine.”

“What... happened?” she whispered, looking up into his eyes.

“I don’t know, but, your heart - it wanted a rest I think” he joked, trying to make light of the intense situation.

“You saved me, huh?” she smiled sweetly.

“Of course I did, there was no chance of me giving up on you.” he assured her, squeezing the hand he’d taken hold of.

“That is so, “ she paused for a moment, “hot!”

The expression on his face changed to one of surprise. One he liked - a lot.

~~ Thanks for reading. Remember it's purely for entertainment and isn't meant to be medically accurate in any way!

I may release an additional "Part 4" for this story in the future, I have some ideas. For now, I hope you enjoyed :)

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A Relaxing Evening: Part 2 of 3

Catch up with Part 1 here: https://drdeanrh.tumblr.com/post/673995441978884096/a-relaxing-evening-part-1-of-3

Her neighbour had not long returned from work. She’d spotted the headlights from his car flickering through her half open blinds.

Call it luck, fate, something else - on this day, he had mistakenly received a package destined for her. With it being early enough in the evening, he’d decided to drop it to her.

They would usually spot each other through the blinds and wave, before she’d run to the door. This time, he glanced into the warm yellowish glow to see her clearly unconscious and needing urgent attention.

Remembering a back door key lived in a ‘safe’ place, he hurriedly ran to the creaky wooden side gate and bundled his way through it. Grabbing the key taped to a drainpipe, he approached the back door. His hand was shaky. “Come on, come on!” he shouted to himself, as he entered the kitchen.

He ran through her small, neatly kept home, quickly reaching his stricken friend.

“No!” he exclaimed, dropping down beside the sofa, his eyes almost in line with hers. The deathly tone of her skin and blue lips filled him with dread - was he too late?

He moved his ear next to her nose and mouth. Feeling and hearing nothing, he placed two fingers against her neck. Again he felt nothing, no sign of life. It was only then he felt his own pulse rate increase. He clenched the fingers of his right hand and closed his eyes for a moment, gathering his thoughts and readying himself for what was to follow.

Standing up again, he leaned in to pick up her limp, unresponsive body.

“I’ve got you, I’m going to get you through this.” He said softly, lifting her from the sofa, stepping back and carefully placing her on the soft rug.

One arm fell to her side, palm up. The other came to rest awkwardly upon the edge of her stomach, just above her hip.

Wasting no time, he swept her hair from her face and tilted back her head, opening the airway with a jolt. Holding her nose shut with two fingers, he sealed his lips to hers and delivered two breaths, each time turning to watch her chest rise and fall.

“Breathe for me, girl, I know you can.” He whispered, reassuring her - and himself.

He almost tore open her snuggly PJ top, tugging all the way down, the buttons no match for his strength. It fell either side of her, exposing her soft skin, which gained colour only from the lighting in the room.

He bent down and pressed his ear firmly to her bare chest. “Damn it!” he exclaimed, kneeling up beside her.

He ran his fingers down from her collarbone, eventually settling the heel of his large, strong hand upon her sternum. Quickly he placed the other hand on top and interlocked his long fingers, before starting a round of deep, fast compressions. Each one forced air from her body, small gasps escaping past her parted, blue lips.

“Stay with me!” he commanded, looking straight down into her vacant eyes. “I know you can hear me in there!”

She remained unresponsive through his first round of brutal compressions. Her body had rocked, her ribs creaked beneath the strain, but as he paused, there was an eerie still and calm in the room.

“Breathe for me, please!” He pleaded, leaning down and stroking the back of his hand softly across her forehead.

... Read part 3 here:

https://drdeanrh.tumblr.com/post/675636354596667392/a-relaxing-evening-part-3-of-3

Catch up with Part 1: https://drdeanrh.tumblr.com/post/673995441978884096/a-relaxing-evening-part-1-of-3 and Part...

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A Relaxing Evening: Part 1 of 3

It was an idyllic evening. She lay beneath a cosy blanket on her sofa, surrounded by candles and across the room from an open fire. It was bordering on icy outside, but her sanctuary was warm and comfortable.

Enjoying the peace, she stretched out, book in one hand and a glass of her favourite alcoholic treat in the other.

She was snuggled up wearing her favourite - quite adorable PJs. Beautifully soft and mostly pale pink, with embroidered hearts dotted around. The top had four large buttons down the front.

She began reaching across to place her empty glass back on the table. Suddenly, a shudder in her chest stopped her in her tracks. A combined expression of terror and confusion crossed her face. Her heart had pumped one last time. Following a brief twitch or two, it became still.

Her outstretched arm went limp, dropping down in front of the sofa, the glass bouncing away across the thick, fluffy rug beneath.

The book in her other hand slipped down behind her, before her head rolled to the side. Her lifeless eyes, reflecting the dance of the flames in the fireplace, gazed towards the window.

Continue to Part 2: https://drdeanrh.tumblr.com/post/674007753845538816/a-relaxing-evening-part-2-of-3

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A Victim's PoV

This short is probably more for those of you who enjoy imagining yourself in the 'victim' role. It explores what a certain amount of awareness might be like during a resus effort. I hope you enjoy!

I stared straight ahead, though half open eyes. My vision blurred, limbs numb. It felt almost like a dream state.

My lingering thread of conscious thought steadily grasped the situation - I was almost gone.

Their voice was muffled, but I managed to understand the occasional word or phrase. The state of panic and growing desperation was “Clear!”. A burst of electricity struck my trembling heart. I was grateful to be feeling no pain, just an eerie numbness and mild tingling. My body moved from the shock.

A figure moved directly over me, shadowy and unclear. Their outstretched arms settled upon my motionless chest and compressions began. My awareness grew as the blood was forced through my heart by the manual efforts of the person trying to save me.

I couldn’t move or make a sound, but I was able to sense the rhythmic forces upon my chest, occasionally hearing grunted words of encouragement and pleading. I couldn’t let them down, could I? I had to fight. To live.

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Today my brain is just full of resus thoughts. As usual, nothing specific, just bits and pieces floating around and stopping me thinking of anything else!

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You know you spend too much time on Tumblr when you have an actual nightmare about someone showing as -deactivated 👀😳😞

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Her eyes rolled slightly, as her body started to weaken. She reached out, trying to grab a table. Finding nothing but air, she almost folded backwards onto the floor, her head taking a blow as it hit and flicked back. One arm rested beside her, the other was extended above her head. Her hair now covered part of her face, with its vacant and lifeless expression. Her heart was almost still within her chest, would anyone find her in time?

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She pulled her hand to her chest. She felt her heart thud erratically beneath her ribs, pounding against her palm.

She knew she was going to black out, alone in the woods. Her phone had run out of life minutes earlier, was it now her time too?

(Random thoughts partly inspired by a story I've got coming up)

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Hey how did you start to like resus fetsh for me it was I seen a friend had to be resusetate with defib then day after I had to be resusetate with a defib

Wow, nothing that interesting for me. I just started out "playing doctor" when I was really young (5 or 6) and it would always end up with fake CPR and defib! I guess tv and movies made me try that, then I found out I really liked it. As I got older, the more "adult" side of the interest grew. It's definitely not just a typical fetish for me, I think I'm just wired up wrong 😂